Foot Report

July 30, 2008

Well, the Plantar Fasciitis is still feeling pretty good. A lot of the time I don’t feel anything walking around, but if I poke at the one spot on my foot then I can still feel some tenderness. I had an optimistic dream last night where Sweetie was telling me I was ready to be drastically increasing my weekly mileage.

On Friday, my doctor agreed that the pain I have been feeling is likely PF. She seemed to think that running 20 miles a week, as I have been while trying to recover, is reasonable. Her main treatment suggestion is to always, always wear supportive shoes, something I have heard but haven’t done. With that idea in mind, and thinking about how much I walked around in dress shoes in Europe, it starts to make more sense that my pain increased during my month there — despite not running very much at the time.


Saturday’s Run

July 28, 2008

Saturday morning I ran nine crappy miles in Vancouver. It was supposed to be one more, but my loop came to its completion at nine, and I didn’t have the gumption to run crappy mile number ten. If you want to give me a quarter to go buy some more gumption, I’d appreciate it.

It was just one of those bad workouts. They happen, you get through it, and the next one will be better. Or if not the next one, the one after that. If they don’t get better, maybe you’re overtraining… but since I’ve halved my weekly mileage for the last four weeks, I think I’m in the clear there.

It wasn’t my foot that made the run crappy. In fact, my foot felt great Thursday and Friday, and still pretty good over the weekend. I’m sure it will still have its ups and downs, but the two completely pain-free days in a row have made me an optimist.


I’m out

July 23, 2008

I’m officially dropped from the McKenzie River Trail Run 50K in September. My foot, while feeling a bit better (but it is so hard to tell when progress, good or bad, is so gradual), has not made the sort of miracle recovery that would allow me to step up my training to the point where I’d be accomplishing anything good, or even fun, by running it. Also, I’ll probably not be fully recovered then either, and 50K on trails is not what my foot will will be needing.

Disappointing? Yes, of course. Crushing? No, not really. I’m looking at the long term here. There will be other races. And at least I’m still running some, for the time being. Monday’s run was six miles, at an average 7:57 minutes per mile, with a lot of speeding up and slowing down. My lungs felt better than the previous week.

I’m still doing the hundred push ups program, now in week four (having repeated both weeks two and three, if I recall correctly). I’ve also gone down to the “column two” schedule instead of “column three”. GetFitSlowly has been posting about the program too, and judging from the comments it doesn’t seem like any normal humans manage to get to 100 push ups without repeating weeks. In other words, it’s not a six-week program, it’s eight, or ten, or…? That’s OK, but it would be nice if the base schedule were more realistic. Anyway, today I did 22 push ups, rested 90 seconds, then 17, rest, 17, rest, 15, rest, then 35. Thirty-five!

I’m off the strong antibiotic (Keflex) and onto the Doxycycline starting today. We’ll see how that goes.


Waterfront Loop

July 21, 2008

Saturday morning I ran the counterclockwise Selwood Bridge to Steel Bridge loop on the Willamette, my favorite flat pavement run in Portland. It’s 10.5 fast miles, with dramatic changes of scenery every two miles or so, from the contemplative path by Oaks Bottom to the buzzing eastside esplanade or the rapid high-rise construction zone of the South Waterfront. The loop would be a little bit shorter if you went the normal way and ran across the lower deck of the Steel, but when I was approaching it the lower deck was raising to let a barge through, so I climbed up and over the top deck instead.

During the run, my foot was a little bit sore for two or three miles. My legs felt OK, but my lungs felt a little tight or congested… a feeling I seem to have a lot when I’m on antibiotics. I haven’t switched to the long-term antibiotic yet, so maybe those won’t be as bad. I averaged around 8:45/mile.


What’s Up?

July 18, 2008

It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t blogged in a bit. It’s been a busy week at work, converting a huge codebase over to using a new IDE, compiler, and libraries, having skipped two previous iterations of the same over the last ten years.  Or three, if you count VC++ 7.0 (2002) and 7.1 (2003) as two different releases. In any case, it’s been a lot of upgrading. You would think, ten years later, that the new stuff would not only be super-awesome but would also bake cookies for you, but, as it turns out, the improvements seem largely incremental, as least from the perspective of a C++ coder.

My eye has continued to improve for now. I had it drained some more yesterday, which may have been unnecessary given how little was left in there, but the doctor thought it would be a good idea. The new plan to avoid it coming back again is for me to go on a long course of Doxycyline, which Wikipedia notes is not only useful for fighting tear-gland bacteria and similar things like acne, but also works against syphilis and chlamydia. I’m cautiously optimistic these side benefits will prove unutilized. As a +1 bonus, it’s prophylactic against malaria. Between the doxy and the gin and tonics, I should be pretty well set there.

Look, I know: antibiotics are bad. For you and for the world. Taking one for six months is crazy. So is having my eye explode every six months. Eenie, meenie, minie, Moe.


A whole weekend without running and the world didn’t end

July 14, 2008

I ran six miles tonight; the last time I ran before that was last Wednesday. (Unless if you count a half mile run between bars on Saturday as MeetIN Portland held its annual tribute-to-slash-simulation-of The Running of the Bulls.) I enjoyed running tonight. Even if it was hot and muggy, even if I ran slowly, six miles is still a lot better feeling than no miles.


Not for the weak of stomach

July 14, 2008

I was out and about yesterday, wearing sunglasses, since my eyelid was pretty bad to look at. It was swollen all over and the area right around the spot where I usually get the lump (“ground zero”) was especially red, angry, tight, and protruding. As time went on, it also started hurting more and more. There was a lot of pressure, plus frequent sharp pain.

Then something new happened. I’m not sure if I noticed it happening. I know it was silent, and if I felt it, I didn’t feel it very much. Some sixth sense told my something had happened. I inched my sunglasses away from my face, and there it was, a smear of something (ok, ok, pus) clinging to the central bottom portion of the inside of the left lens. Well, that’s it, my eye had burst. (No, just the lid. But still.)

The incredibly disgusting nature of what had occurred was tempered by the fact that the pain was gone. And I still wasn’t positive that the swelling had popped through the outside of the lid — maybe something shot out a tear duct in a strange way? Getting to a mirror settled that. Coming out of a little hole in the lid right at ground zero was a thick dribble of off-white pus. I wanted to throw up.

I’m feeling better now, the eye seems happier, and ground zero is starting to scab over. I wonder how bad the scar will be?